The Kingdom Ch. 08

My heart began to race. What the hell was happening? Brandy had obviously been gagged at this point and was in the process of being overpowered. I turned my attention to my wrist restraints, desperate to find some new flaw in the ropes that would suddenly allow me to escape. I tugged ferociously, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"Jodie?" A voice called out from the doorway behind me. I looked up into the mirror to see Katie standing there.

"Aieee!" I shouted through my gag.

Katie rushed over to me and began untying my restraints. Once she released my wrists, I began to unlock my ring-gag. My fingers were trembling so hard that I could barely work them properly. By the time Katie had finished untying my ankles, I had removed my ring-gag and pulled off the hood. I opened and closed my jaw several times gratefully.

Suddenly, I felt Katie place her hands on each side of my face, making me jump slightly in my seat. It was safe to say that this ordeal had left me pretty jumpy. But tenderly, Katie held my face steady, kneeling down so that we were eye-level.

"Do whatever they say," she whispered cautiously. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was dead serious. "Don't say a word. Just nod and shake your head. I'll take care of everything. Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered back, nodding. I still had no idea what the hell was going on, but I sensed that I could trust Katie. I held back tears as Katie gave me a small smile.

"Okay," she said softly, grabbing my hand. "Up we get."

Katie helped me stand and supported my weight. While mostly emotionally traumatic, the last hour had left me somewhat shaky and weak. "I'm good now," I said as we stepped out of the bathroom. Katie let go of me, allowing me to walk on my own.

As we stepped out of the bedroom, I saw 3 security guards standing in the foyer. One was wearing rubber gloves and was taking photographs of the entry hall table, another was walking around the suite speaking into a walkie-talkie, and the third was standing over Brandy who was lying on the floor face-down with her hands restrained behind her back at her wrists and elbows. She was still clothed, but once again wore cuffs, a trainer ball-gag, and brand new collar.

As we stepped closer, I peered at the entry-hall table, curious to see what the guard was taking pictures of. Perched on the edge was none other than Katie's pillbox from earlier. The lid was open revealing Katie's tube of chapstick, breath mints, and... the marijuana joints!

My mouth dropped as I glanced over to Katie. She gave me a half smile and a tiny wink. Holy shit! Beneath the ditsy, bumbling, exterior, Katie was a bonafide genius! She must have planted the pillbox on the table as she was leaving! And then, she went straight to security to report the finding of illegal drugs! If it weren't for the fact that there were three security guards in our presence and we couldn't afford to seem too suspicious, I could have kissed Katie!

"Do you know anything about this?" the guard with the walkie-talkie asked me, pointing at the drugs on the table. I shook my head 'no'. The guard studied me for a second before speaking again into his walkie. "Bonner to Kennel, the suspect's been apprehended. Gathering evidence, now."

Pulling out a smartphone, he lifted it up and tapped it against my collar. For a split hopeful second, I thought maybe he was going to free me. But I heard my collar emit three fast consecutive beeps. I sighed in disappointment as I recognized this sound sequence from the handbook that I'd studied the night prior. Three fast consecutive beeps merely indicated a transfer of custody. I wasn't "free". I was now in the custody of security. Yay...

"Arms behind your back, please," he said to me.

I looked over to Katie nervously but she simply gave me a reassuring nod. Trusting her, I did as the guard asked. The guard reached into the cargo pocket of his pants and withdrew restraints. I felt him apply the padlock to my wrist cuffs, locking them together. Then, I felt him encompass a leather strap around my upper arms just above the elbows. I winced as he buckled the strap, keeping my arms pressed tightly together behind me. Then, he raised a leash up to my neck. I rolled my eyes as he clipped it to the D-ring of my collar. I prayed silently that Katie knew what she was doing...

The guard with a camera walked around the suite taking pictures. He walked briskly past us and proceeded to inspect the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and closets. For the next several minutes, all was silent with exception to the sounds of the camera flash and cabinets doors and drawers opening and closing. I had to give it to these rent-a-cops. This investigation definitely seemed pretty thorough.

We all waited patiently until the guard with the camera walked back into the foyer and began packing up his supplies. He carefully he placed the pillbox in an evidence baggie and stowed it into one of the compartments of his large black duffle bag. Peeling off his rubber gloves, he hoisted the back over his shoulders and turned to the other guards. "That should do it," he said, matter of factly.

The guard with the walkie-talkie lifted it to his mouth and said, "Bonner to kennel- bringing in both warden and slave. Please prepare holding for two."

A voice on the other end replied, "Copy that."

"Alright, let's move out," the guard said.

The guard standing over Brandy reached down and pulled her painfully to her feet by her leash. She grunted as she struggled to put her feet beneath her. Brandy may have been muscular, but the guard holding her could have been a pro-wrestler. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of Brandy being restrained and helpless again. Her freedom had hardly lasted an hour! And now she was headed right back to the kennel. Between her sour expression and her still-bleeding lip, Brandy had, once again, become the model of a quite unhappy camper.

The guard holding the duffle bag held the front door open and the other two guards led us out into the blistering heat. We got a lot of attention as we made our way down Centre Street. To be specific, Brandy was the recipient of the majority of mock applause and wolf-whistles. Not only was she gorgeous and busty, but with her elbows strapped together behind her back, her breasts jutted out even further than usual.

Seemingly, the only thing that perverted men liked to see more than a bound and gagged woman, was a bound and gagged woman who used to be in charge. Seeing as Brandy was still clothed, the crowd seemed to come to the natural conclusion that she was getting in trouble for something. And their reactions were downright gleeful.

It was quite a long walk of shame. Much longer than I remembered it being earlier. But finally, we arrived at the kennel. I'm not sure which was more welcome- leaving the public eye or feeling the cool air-conditioning once again on my naked body. A new security guard who I didn't recognize was seated behind the front desk.

"McConnell and company," the guard leading our group said.

"Alright. Cell A-14 is ready for them," the guard behind the desk replied. He reached beneath his desk and pressed a button, causing the metal doors in the back of the room to slide open. "And miss-" he said to Katie. "If you wouldn't mind taking a seat. The judicial authority will be by shortly to take your statement."

"Sure thing," Katie replied. I looked over at her nervously as I saw her and the guard holding the duffle bag part ways with us. "Don't worry," she whispered with a smile as she squeezed my arm. "I'll fix everything." I nodded apprehensively.

The guards led Brandy and me by the leash straight through the metallic sliding doors to the horse stalls. Or as they'd now become- the prisoner cells... As we walked passed the dozens of doors on our right and left, I could hear faint mmmph's and shrieks. I shuddered to think that the once peaceful horse stables of Nott's Faire had essentially become nothing more than a human torture chamber. It had become the ultimate deterrent to breaking the rules. As far as I knew, Katie was going to "fix everything" and I was still terrified.

When we reached the second to last door on the right, the guard in front raised his badge and pressed it against the card reader next to the door. After a beep and a blink of a green LED, the door slid open.

As we walked inside, I could see two wheeled carts in the center of the room. They kind of reminded me of the large flatbed lumber carts at Home Depot. But these each had a vertical steel pipe that protruded out of the mid-rear of the platform. Each pipe looked to be about 4 inches in diameter and about two feet in height. Sticking out the tops of each pipes were two leather straps with clips attached to the ends. One of the straps was short. The other was long.

"Mmmmmmph! Mmmph!" Brandy suddenly hollered into her gag. Shaking her head violently from side to side, she began to back away from the cell. She obviously recognized these contraptions and did not appear to be fond of them. Her guard gave the leash a harsh tug, causing her to stumble forward and nearly lose her balance. She continued to scream and holler, digging her heels into the floor as she was pulled into the room. Brandy's objectionable reaction to these carts now had me legitimately worried.

The guards pulled us over to the carts and unclipped our leashes. Brandy's guard pulled a knife out of a sheath strapped to his belt and began to slice off Brandy's t-shirt, jean shorts, and panties. Dammit, I thought. Two of my outfits had now been destroyed thanks to this bitch. Moments later, Brandy was stark naked, just as I was. My spectating was interrupted by my guard suddenly forcing a giant ball-gag into my mouth.

"Uggph-" I reacted in surprise as the ball was quickly wedged behind my front teeth. I had to hold back the urge to struggle against him. I took a deep breath, replaying Katie's advice in my head. 'Do whatever they say. I'll take care of everything'. Okay, Katie- I'm counting on you...

Moments later, the strap of the gag was buckled behind my neck, locking it in place. But it wasn't over. Leather straps were then pulled over my face, one on each side of my nose, that extended upward and met in at my forehead. This told me that Brandy and I now matched. Like Brandy, I was also being set up with a trainer ball-gag. The strap was pulled over my head and buckled at the rear. Lastly, a strap was buckled beneath my chin, ensuring that I could not open my jaw any wider than it currently was. Not that this was a possibility, given the giant size of the ball-gag.

"Okay, climb aboard," my guard ordered.

I looked over at Brandy who was struggling against her guard, twisting and writhing under his grip. But he was nearly twice her size in muscle mass. All too easily, he managed to force her onto the cart and spin her so she faced away from the pipe. Not wanting to wrestle my own guard, I followed suit, positioning myself exactly as Brandy was.

Brandy's guard kicked the backside of lower legs, causing Brandy to drop down to her knees. With my wrists and elbows locked behind me, I gingerly knelt down as well. Then, the guards grabbed us both by our shoulders and lowered us forward to lay face-down on the cart. I shivered as my naked upper body made contact with the cold metallic surface.

Stepping behind me, I felt my guard grab both or my ankles and pull me backwards towards the rear of the cart. I let out a gasp as my exposed clit made contact with the cold steel pipe between my legs. I felt the guard padlock my ankle cuffs together by the D-rings and press my feet back toward me so they hovered above my ass. Moments later, I heard a click sound and the guard released his grip on my ankles. But to my surprise, I could no longer straighten my legs any more. They were now trapped in their bent position.

I craned my neck back to see why, but my eye caught Brandy's ankles, telling me everything I needed to know. The shorter leather strap that was sticking out of the top of the pipe had been clipped to the padlock that secured our ankles together. Brandy had seemingly stopped struggling and had resigned herself to lie still while her guard busied himself with her restraints.

Next, I felt the guard feeding what felt like foam-padded cords behind my bent knees. Looking over at Brandy, I could see that her guard was doing the same thing to her. My eyes widened as I suddenly understood why. The cords seemed to be attached to a pulley system that ran along the outside of the cart and fed up to the cart's handle bar. Once the cords encompassed her knee-pits, Brandy's guard suddenly pulled the cart's handle backward. The result was Brandy's legs being pulled wider apart and further toward the corners of the back on the cart.

I let out an involuntary squeal as the same thing happened to me. My knees were suddenly spread wide and my entire body was tugged backwards toward the guard behind me. My eyes bulged as my clit was pressed even tighter against the steel pipe. As I squirmed about, I quickly realized that there was nothing I could do to separate myself from it.

Then, the guard stepped in front of me and cupped my chin. I groaned in discomfort as he lifted my head into the air, tilting my face upward. With his other hand, he grabbed ahold of the longer unused leather strap sticking out of the top of the pipe. It only took a split second to learn what that strap was for.

After I heard a click, the guard removed his hand from my chin. But to my frustration, my head remained in its upward and craned position. The end of the long strap had been clipped to the D-ring located at the top of my trainer gag. This kept my head locked it its upward position, keeping my back arched uncomfortably. I heard Brandy groan next me, obviously suffering from the same discomfort.

Both guards had straightened up and walked back around to the rear of our carts. Suddenly, to my right, I heard what sounded like a lawn mower starting. This was immediately followed by a blood-curling screech from Brandy. I tried to turn my head toward her to see what had happened, but now found the task to be nearly impossible. But a split-second later, I realized precisely why she had screeched.

The cart beneath me suddenly roared to life. The pipe that was pressed against my clit began to vibrate with shattering intensity. A matching screech involuntarily escaped my gagged mouth as I my entire body began to tremble. Holy shit, the pipe wasn't just vibrating. That sucker felt like a fucking jackhammer! My eyes nearly shot out of my skull as my clit was pounded by what felt like the most intense vibrator ever constructed.

I continued screaming for several seconds until I heard my guard shout, "Pipe down! I'm only going to explain this once!" I held my breath and tried my best to calm myself. Holy SHIT, this was intense!

"The machine you are currently using is affectionately known as the extractor," my guard continued in a booming voice. "Simply put, it was designed to extract orgasms from your bodies. But what's unique about the extractor is that it offers you a choice.

I was having a difficult time hearing anything the guard was saying. Only a few seconds in and I was already feeling like I was about to cum!

"If you enjoy back-to-back-to-back orgasms, all you have to do is sit back and relax. Let the machine do its good work," the guard explained. "But if you would like a break, and have the right amount of willpower, there's a way to give yourself some relief."

"Now, if you lift you head high enough and you bend your knees back enough, the vibrations become much more manageable." the guard continued. With these words, he knelt down beside me and cupped my chin in his hand. He lifted my head upwards, causing my back to arch even more. With his other hand, I felt the guard press down on the tops of my feet, brining them closer to the pipe.

Surely enough, with the guard's assistance to my head and feet, the vibration of the pipe had died down to little more than a rumble. To my relief, my ecstasy began to subside and I felt my fast approaching orgasm recede.

"The straps that are attached to your trainer gag and ankle cuffs are connected to what's called a pressure gage," the guard explained. "The harder they're tugged, the stronger the vibrator gets. So, if you need a break, this right here is the position you wanna be in. But if you let your head lean forward and your feet pull back- the intensity picks back up again."

The guard let go of my chin and feet, placing me, once again, in gravity's custody. As my head slouched forward, the vibrator sprang back to life at its high intensity. Both Brandy and I resumed our screaming into our gags.

I groped the air hopelessly with my fingers as I struggled to position my body the way the guard had demonstrated. I bent my knees as far back as they would go, pointing my toes toward the pipe, and I attempted to lift my head as high as humanly possible. But the task was much harder than I had anticipated. While I did manage to raise my head upward, I wasn't able to lift it quite as high as it was with the guard's help. The vibrating pipe now felt like it was set at a 'medium' intensity.

"This is where the two of you will remain until the judicial authority arrives," the guard explained. "In fact, this is how I predict the two of you will spend the remainder of the evening. So, I'd get comfortable."

After only a few seconds of holding my position, my neck muscles were already beginning to ache. I groaned as I stretched my fingers out in an attempt to grab onto the vibrating pipe for assistance. To my pleasant surprise, I managed to wrap my fingers around it. I honestly couldn't tell if it helped my circumstances any, but it did allow me to feel as if I had something to pull against. So I tightened my grip tried to hold on.

Both guards had made their way back in front of us. With my head now trapped in its craned position, I no longer had the option of turning away. So instead of trying, I merely clenched my eyes shut. But even with my eyes closed, I could feel their gaze on us. I cringed as I imagined the arousal they were likely experiencing as they watched us struggle.

"Alright, ladies," the guard said. "The judicial authority will be by shortly. I'd recommend you be on your best behavior when she arrives. Madame Annabelle doesn't respond well to insolence."

Oh shiiiiiiit, I thought as my eyes shot open. Annabelle was the judicial authority?! Fuck me, I was screwed. After the way I'd spoken to her the last two times we'd met, there was little chance that I wouldn't be paying the piper. I shuddered to contemplate how this meeting was going to go...

"Good luck," the guard added as he tapped on the touchscreen on the wall next to the cell door. Moments later, the door slid open and they exited the room. Once they were clear, the doors closed behind them, leaving Brandy and I alone with our extractors.

"Mmmmmmmph!" I groaned, tightening my grip on the vibrating pipe and tugging against it in an effort to hoist my upper body further upward. This was shaping up to be an excruciating predicament! Even with my firm grasp, I was quickly beginning to lose faith in the strength of my neck and back muscles. I was thoroughly unprepared for this...

Brandy was at least fit. From the looks of her muscles, she probably did a hundred sit-ups a day. I, on the other hand, enjoyed my daily routine of one. I'd sit up in bed every morning. And then, I'd lie back down at night. Done... Damn, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been to the gym!